From here and Back and It's Hell by Christopher ShinI run like a thousand
souls flying towards
the burning stars.
When redemption seems
only a fading dream.
So I grab the shards
and collect the burning
light.
I scream like a million
mocking birds that mocks
the world all around.
The raven calls,
and I am forever drifting
like a cigarette smoke
in a lazy haze.
I count the burning
moments of light.
I remember the
smell of each world
that I adventure to.
The memories taste like
butterscotch in my
slumping mind.
And I miss the
flavor as I lick
my dry parched lips.
01/31/2010 Posted on 01/31/2010 Copyright © 2024 Christopher Shin
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